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Determination: It's All Relative



















Albert Einstein once said, "You have to learn the rules of the game. And then you have to play better than anyone else."

After I reflected a bit on how they "play" here in Madrid, (see the waiting game described below) I have to say, I wasn't quite ready to surrender to the status quo, throw my hands in the air and toss in the towel, but I still wasn't quite prepared to fight.

That's when I came across this picture.

Tigers swim?!

Either this tiger is pretty damned determined or they do, in fact, fully submerge themselves in water. I have to say that I preferred the idea of a really determined cat, so I haven't bothered to look it up, but hazy recollections of 1980's nature shows leave me suspecting that tigers do actually like the water.

So, what if tigers do swim? In my opinion, that does seemingly flip the conventional knowledge regarding cats and water on its head. I like the idea of a tiger deciding one day, you know what, the last thing someone expects me to do is jump in the water. If I hop in there after that jackrabbit/fish/turtle and break every rule of this nature game, I'm seriously going to get ahead!



















Now, I can't expect to break the rules of the game here that dramatically. Still, every time I look at that tiger's expression I see a mix of pure and fierce determination with a glint of satisfaction. Maybe I want to imagine it, but that cat looks pretty pleased with himself if you ask me.

It makes me think a bit. If I can't expect to play by the rules I'm accustomed to, I can certainly take what level of expectation, competitive edge and determination to succeed I have and use them to my advantage. It's like playing the game with an extra set of cards, only you have to be careful when you use them and actually, not really ever let anyone know you using them at all.

OK. I suppose that example is technically called cheating, but it's all relative, after all, isn't it?

Thanks Albert.


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The Art of Waiting














We waited a while for this post, didn't we?

Well, far be it from me to make excuses, but perhaps I have actually begun to integrate the foremost tenet of Madrileño culture? Waiting has taken on an entirely different scale, set of assumptions, and has really been evolved into a credo here...one I have dubbed the "Art of Waiting."

A moment from several years ago comes to mind. How clearly I remember struggling with the momentary loss of the pace of New York City life! I was standing at the back of a interminable line at a post office with the most apathetic woman attending to customers, and knew I was there for at least an hour. An hour devoid of any real progress, any movement...an hour stolen from my busy and, up until that point, well-scheduled day.

I stood there, contemplating what waiting really meant. I stood there, stunned, thinking that really my entire life would be spent waiting. Waiting for my next vacation, waiting for my lunch to arrive, waiting to use the restroom, and, of course (avoiding, if possible, the connotation of a late-night college-era realization on [insert substance here]... ) waiting to die. Even when I am not consciously waiting, I'm still waiting all right.



















Acclimating to the pace of life in Spain has not only meant internalizing an entirely new schedule and set of expectations. To truly feel at home here means to take on an entirely different understanding of what it means to wait. Actually, the Art of Waiting, when perfected, really means you're not waiting at all. You've so absorbed the priority status quo that anything that takes time acts like a background operation. Waiting becomes a backdrop to the extent that you'll rarely see a tapping foot, hear a heaving sigh in a long line, or see anyone think twice about joining that long line.

I think there's something to be said of the fact that the word esperanza, hope, has its roots in the word to wait, or esperar.

As for me, I can only hope that I learn how to wait as well as that.
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MADRID makes the TOP 10!
























Monocle names Madrid #10 most livable city in the world!

Culturally, Madrid was long regarded as stuffy compared to hip Barcelona. But it has undergone a renaissance....


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MISS CHIEF on FACEBOOK






Well, I've gone and done it...Friendster, MySpace, LinkedIn, and now Facebook.

Another one bites the Facebook dust!

I've been quiet lately between working and fervently working on the launch of próxi...stay tuned!
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IKEA delirium aka CASA DE CAJAS




















I have not only constructed enough furniture for a 99% functional 2-br apartment in a day, but also managed to recycle my waste and build a small ecologically sound home for any small persons who wish to inhabit it!

This cozy one bedroom house features a wood burning fire-place (see chimney), avant garde staircase, and grand entryway door and nearby plastic boulder to create a true sense of arrival.

Now, had my hands not been in their current state of perma-grip (caused by assembling an ungodly amount of furniture via screwdriver, hammer and allen key) I believe a full city could have been constructed from the cardboard.
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